Speaker 1: Welcome back to Nikki after Dark, your favorite late night
escape where we deep dive into the wildest, horniest, most
honest confessions. I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're celebrating
creativity in all the right places. Here are three steamy
stories you'll hear in this episode. A woman who god
so unbearably horny one night, built her own thick lego
dildo from spare bricks, wrapped it in the condom, and
rode it until she squirted all over her bedroom. And
a frustrated wife who turned her late night baking session
into something far sweeter when she used a warm, thick
rolling pin and weighs the recipe definitely didn't call for.
And an adventurous girl who couldn't wait until she got
home ended up having intercourse in a public par on
the hood of her vehicle under the stars after disappointing date.
That yes, and so so much more. And before we
get to those delicious stories I want to hear from you,
here's your tonight's question. What's one creative or unusual place
that you've ever masturbated or had sex that still turns
you on when you think about it today. How did
the risk or spontaneity of that location make the experience better.
Would you ever try it again? Or has it stayed
as one special one night memory? Drop your answer in
the comments, or send your own confessions to Nikki and
Ikky at darnicki dot com anonymously through our website at
darnicky dot com under the confessions tab, and join us
over on our discord channel Monday through Saturday, eight pm
Central Standard time for nanny shenanigans with me, of course,
and others just like yourself. All right, it's time for
my one. This is my favorite part of the show.
I gotta admit that, remember this one sounds absolutely filthy,
but I promise it's one clean, even though it doesn't
stop the dirty answers that come to me. You can
do me in the bed, or on the couch or
on the floor. The bigger I am, the louder you scream,
what am I your wife? See? I told you dirty answers? Oh,
and again you'll get your clean answer at the very
end of our show. You know what time it is.
It's time to sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey
with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic
fantasies from people just like you and me. Dear Nikki,
I was so horny I made a Lego dildo to
masturbate with. Recently I have I really started to enjoy
building Lego sets that look really nice on display in
my house. It really relaxes me after a stressful day. Well,
last night, I was sorting through some old Lego that
I found and I noticed a bunch of almost sinslar pieces.
I could not resist myself. My pussy was thinking instead
of my brain. I assembled the shaft originally with no
plan to use it, just to have it as my
slutty little gag. But the more I looked at it,
the more my pussy welled up, begging to be filled.
I tried to continue sorting, but my white thong was
starting to get see through with the wetness. I had
to do it. I was turning into a horny mess.
I went and grabbed a condemn to put over it,
as I was worried that it might break apart and
sigh me or was a bit dirty. I slowly slid
it into my pussy, and oh boy, did it feel
good to have something substantial in there. I was overwhelmed
with pure emotions, started to slide it in and out,
Feeling like I was getting railed harder and harder. I
went and fuck, it was so good. With my other hand,
I was rubbing my clip with a pure assortment of bliss.
It was intense and something I haven't felt since my
dildo broke. Before I knew it, I was orgasming and
pounding myself really hard. It was really good, so good,
I squirted all over my sheets by like, shaking uncontrollably
as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Afterward, I laid
there breathless, making shift lego toy still blurred deep inside
me while my body twitched with half a shocks. The
absurdity of it all only bade me hornier, a grown
woman relaxing with legos day by day and secretly turning
it into my personal fuck toy by night. I ended
up going for a second round not long after that,
this time riding while sitting on the edge of my bed,
grinding down until I came again even harder. Thanks for
reading this. Sorry if it was a bit off. It's
been a long time since I've written to you about
my slutty adventures. Also, On a side note, I really
do love Lego. I need more signed your secret brickslet Okay,
now I know why Darcy put this in. Can anybody guess? Okay,
hello battles, nice to meet you. Okay, if you're not
following the bricks and yeah, so go anywhere right now
and type in Legos and I guarantee you you're gonna
have a watch or go watch Reckless Ben and his
Uh yeah. There are lots of creators covering it, so
I'm sure your favorite one that's in that kind of
world has something on it. We do not, well, apparently
we do now a bit. Maybe I should use hashtags
with this, right, I gotta say though this was very creative.
I've never and I don't own any let's say dildos.
I do own dildos. I was about to say legos,
So I don't own any legos. So it's a mix
of innocent hobby and the raw horniness. Though I have
to say, if I was building legos never in my
wildest years, she must have been extremely horny, That's all
I gotta say. So I'm wondering if people do make
Lego dildos. Hmm, So question for you, my secret bricks slut.
How long was your lego dildo and did you experiment
it with different shapes or thicknesses? Have you used it
again since that night or upgraded your design? For my listeners,
what's the most unexpected household item you've used for pleasure?
Would you ever try building your own toy like this?
Send your own confessions to Nikki and Ikky at dear
Niki dot com, anonymously through the website at dear Niki
dot comment or the confessions tab and join us over
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Standard Time for extremely nony shenanigans with other sexploratives and myself,
I legodildo, I am. I'm really trying to wrap my
head around that one. I'm sorry, dear Niki. Last weekend
I came about as close on to cheating my wife
as I ever wanted to be. If you read this,
you'll see my wife and I have a great relationship.
Plus I just love to fuck her, fuck the fuck
out of her. That's kind of written weird, but this
encounter tested my willpower like nothing else. To paint the
picture I'm looking, I'm looking at a forty and have
the bit of a classic dad bod despite efforts to
fight it. I work in software and volunteer with middle
school Lego robotics team as an advisor. Really Darcy, one
of the kid's mothers, approached me asking if I could
help her college freshman daughter with a program project. She
has no skill in programming, but had to take the
computer science one as part of her major. She would
be home this weekend and hopefully I could swing by.
I thought nothing of it, and we arranged a time.
When I got to the house, I met Ashley and
she was wearing the classic outfit of yoga pants in
a hoodie. She was about five four, a blonde dye
job and a full face of make up. Very girl
next door door. The project was simple, a classic Turtle
project of having two lines intersect on the screen. It
took ten minutes of me trying to explain and then
twenty minutes of me just riding it. It worked. During
this time, Ashley sitting on the kitchen bench next to me,
getting closer and closer. I could smell her shampoo and perfume,
and she giggled whenever I asked her a question and
waited for her to answer. That cute. Oh my god,
I'm so embarrassed. I didn't know laugh. Then she put
her hand on my leg and smiled at me. I
was just finishing the last procedure and running it when
she bounced on the bench in excitement. It was clear
she wasn't wearing a brawl and that sweatshirt was hiding
some nice sweater puppies and hands slapped and rubbed my
leg When she squealed. I got a big hug as
a thank you, and every porn cliche ran through my head.
I mumbled about being happy to help despite the growing
erection of my jeans. I was packing up when she
gave me another hug, saying it would help her pass.
Thank you, thank you. The hug lasted a second or
two long. Then she leaned back smiled. Maybe I'm dreaming,
but I swear she wanted me to make a move.
She's leaned in and kissed my cheek again and letting
her lips linger for just awkward second. I was rock
hard now. I bolted out of there, got home and
immediately watched co ed poorn while daydreaming about her little
pussy on my face. I jerked off twice that night.
Thinking about what could have happened, bending her over the
kitchen counter, pulling those yoga pants down, and bearing myself
inside her while she moaned my name. The guilt hit
me hard afterward, but damn, the temptation was real. Signed
the loyal but weak dad bod on like a decent
dad bond Like I said, it shows that you're living
very sexy. I like this. It's equal parts hot and
very relatable. I mean, who who those of us who
haven't been in a situation where you know, maybe that
temptation was almost much, but something either broke trance and
like someone walked in or third party or whatever and
it was totally kind of broke the scene. Or are
you like him just scadattled? But very relatable questions from
my author. How long did it take you to calm
down after you got home? And did you tell your
wife anything about that visit? Would you go back to
help Ashley gain a fast or are you keeping your
distance for now? And for my listeners, have you ever
been in the situation where you're seriously tempted to cheat
but managed to walk away? What's the closest you ever
come to crossing that line? Send your own confessions to
Nikki and Ikky at dearnik dot com, anonymously through our
website at dear Niki dot com under the confessions tab,
and join us over on our Discord channel Monday through
Saturday eight pm Central Standard Time for night shenanigans with
other sex lord hops. Have you ever been tempted? And
that's one thing, you know. I got to thinking that
I never understand that girls do the happy little oh my,
you know, the over zubrant co ed thing. I never
I still can't do it and annoyed me. I found
it so even then it was very mature for my
teenage co ede age, and I found it extremely dumb
and annoying. So I would if you're ever picturing me
as a co ed, you know you're dreaming, because yeah,
I'm more like to roll my eyes and it'say called bullshit.
Dear Nikki, my very nerdy, shy friend has the biggest
dick I've seen funny. I laughed so hard writing this.
I went to law school, so I'm no stranger or
nerdy men. There are my people. They speak I speak
their language. They were my favorite people to drunkenly make
out with. One of my friends was particularly awkward, but
eight shades of adorable. He was a late bloomer who
hadn't figured out he was attractive. He could never quite
work up the nerve to ask me out. I found
out he was a virgin about halfway through second year
of law school and assumed it was because he was
so shy. Now I have other theories, but y'all, he
went into a patent law and married a little model.
I just went way up front to say this guy intok,
because the story gets rough. He lived with eight of
our classmates and a huge group house just off campus.
I went to a party one night at his place
and the two of us ended up flirting. Actually, I
attempted to flirt with him, as he remained mostly oblivious
to my advances. I was desperately trying to turn this
conversation spicy. When he was going off about how his
ivy leagued alma mater cut him from the robotics club
or something. It was some serious nerd shit, and I
wasn't really following. I don't mean to come across as
an ass. I was drunk and kind of bored, so
sue me. Finally, I kiss the dude. He tenses up,
looks at me with absolute terror, and then apologizes. I
ask him for what, and he says that was wrong
A thing to say, huh? I just shrugged, and he
adorably puts his drink down, grabs my shoulders, and very
awkwardly kisses me back. He was noticeably nervous, but it
was really sweet. He pulls back, grabs a bottle of wine,
and suggest we go to his room to talk. I
asked if he's trying to get me drunk and alone,
and this poor dude is mortified and apologizes profusely. Obviously
I'm kidding, So I take his hand and drag him upstairs.
I merely sit on his bed, and he awkwardly paces
around the room and tells me about his legos, sensing
a theme here his legos. Then, completely unprompted, he tells
me he's a virgin. I strugglings by that. I already
knew that. It's law school. We all know everything about
each other. I also tell him we're not about to
have sex. I really just wanted to get a little
tipsy and make out with someone. He loves this plan.
He explains that he's had a crush on me for
a while, and I tell him I've always thought he
was really attractive. This is the confidence boost he needs
to hear for himself. To take him away from his legos,
tear off his glasses and come make out with me.
He gets on top and we start to very lightly
dry humping. That's when I feel it. He's very hard
through his pants and he is large, large as in
damn undermistatement. Sometimes it's difficult to get an accurate size
estimate through genes, but there was no mistakingly how abnormally
large his bulte was. He falls back and apparently sees
my shock and gets really nervous, asking me if something
is wrong. I just shake my head and we go
back to making out. But damn, I have to see it.
I very gently work my head down his back, around
his belt, and finally reach for his crotch. Holy fucking shit,
I'm trying to calculate how this poor man walks straight. Meanwhile,
he thinks I'm just giving him a hand job over
his pants and is muttering between kisses how good it feels.
In reality, there's more of an exploration mission for the
sake of my gender. I slip my hand in his pants.
And kind of touch him for all two seconds until
he leans back and says he needs a minute. I'm
fine with that, because I'm legitimately still processing the fact
that my fingers couldn't even fit around it. Is something
wrong with you? He asks, as he reads the confusion
on my face. How does one explain to someone who
is seemingly oblivious? No one even sits you down and
educates you on how to tell you someone that their
dick is abnormally huge. I dive in. Okay, dude, I
just have to ask, has anyone ever told you that
you have a massive penis? He turns bright red and
can't look me in the eyes, sort of what do
you mean? I mean a girl once told me it
was above average. I'm shook. This has never come up
in conversation to this day. I'm not sure if he's
just being shy or if I'm the first person he
has this realization with, but he has genuinely taken back.
Do you watch porn? I ask? He kind of shrugs
and gives a small nod. Okay, I go on, have
you ever noticed that you have a significantly larger dick
than most men in porn? Who all have above average dicks.
I promise I'm not trying to embarrass the poor shy man,
but I'm also fucking shocked that I'm being awkward as fuck.
I don't know how to respond to this either. He
starts laughing and says I might just have a small
sample size. I promise him that's not the issue at
this We both start giggling, and the tingon finally breaks.
He asks if I want to see it, and I'm
very enthusiastically saying yes. If I'm already in Paris, I'm
not gonna skip the Hippel Tower. He pulls down his
pants without hesitation and lets me just stare for a
couple seconds. I don't know whether to be impressed or terrified.
I've tried to write this a million ways, and the
only word that comes to mind is monstrous. I really
can't emphasize this enough, but you have the largest dick
that I've ever seen. Ever. He's smiling so big now
and looks pretty pleased with himself. He asked if I'd
ever want to see what it felt like, and I
tell him I don't think it's even possible. Like, Bro,
I've deep throated some large dicks before. But I'm pretty
sure this dude would not even fit halfway toy in
my mouth, much less in other places. You're going to
make some girl very happy one day, I tell him,
possibly a little sore for a while, but very very happy.
He keeps trying to kiss me after that, but the
magic is kind of gone. We make out for a bit,
and then I tell him it's getting late and no
need to get a home. I also need a google
if he's had some kind of medical condition, because I
was not aware that this could occur naturally. While I
did not tell anyone about this encounter, he imparely let
it slip to one of his roommates and that he
did indeed have the biggest dick I've ever seen. I
didn't even mind that the rumors spread through our law
school like wildflower. This dude fucking slayed the rest of
our time in school. He hooked up with more girls
than a movie star. I graduated with this dude did
not graduate a virgin. I was invited to his wedding
a while back. The bride gave a speech about how
he fills the surprises. She's the real hero of this story.
Signed the Curious Law school clocking specter. I have never
had like that experience. I mean not in the way
she's describing it. I mean I've never pulled back and
go like you're bigger than born. Now I have pulled
back on one gun. Oh my, we're gonna need a
five minutes because I'm I have a smallmouth and a
time pussy. And but by god, if like they said,
if I'm in Paris, I'm not skipping the high full tower,
so I would have been down to try it. I mean,
I don't know. Here's the question. Is it better to
try and it didn't fit, or no, it's not gonna
fit and not try. It's kind of like I'm gonna
use a spaceball analogy. I'm sorry, So would you rather
lose like one like like one to nothing or lose
by five runs? Kind of thing. I don't know why
I'm comparing it to that, but it popped in my head.
How it works, it works? Wh I'm going with it?
In question for my author? How big are we actually
talking here? Any inches estimates or comparisons that still blow
your mind? I'm wondering, like, is it bigger than oh
the really creepy little guy Amili's kiss? Me the Willies.
I think he's in jail. John knows, not John Holmes,
he's past. I don't know my peorn stars people, but
you've probably yelled at it at least three times. To
me now and for my listeners, what's the biggest or
smallest surprise you've ever had when getting intimate with someone?
Would you try to handle a monstrous situation like that?
Would you tap out like I wrider? Like I said,
and I'm stealing this. If you're in Paris, You're not
gonna you shouldn't really skip the Eiffel Tower, That's all
I should say. It's just like bluring being on the ground,
wishing you were up there. Instead being up there, you're
wishing you for down on the ground exactly. So I'm
gonna I'm still gonna say I would try. If not
my pussy, definitely my mouth, but my pussy can stretch better,
so yeah, But I think if I gave it head,
I really really get turned on giving head, So I
think it would lubricate me enough to at least try.
Because I'm gonna see the Eiffel Tower from in Paris.
Just say, dear Nikki. The summer was unbearably hot. As
I hopped out of the car and my flip flops
and slapped the pavement, I could feel the prickling heat
rating off the black top. I beat a sweat formed
on my clavicle and traced down a slow path between
my pectoral muscles. We better get in right away. I'm
already melting, I cried out to Matthew on the other
side of the car way ahead of you. He shouted
back and started running toward the pool. I chased after him,
playfully slapping his ass on the way into the locker
room to slip into our swim trunks while the family
dawdled behind. Usually when we went swimming, we would use
the pool at his house, where we wouldn't be bothered
by strangers and splashing kids. But since he had stayed
at my house the night before, we just tagged along
with my family to the community pool. Since our moms
work together, I spent a lot of time with Matthew.
We were friends of convenience, not having very much in common.
I've always been into music and art, while Matthew fell
squarely into the preppy nerdish camp. He would rather be
building a Lego set and are playing video games well.
I tinkered with pianos and paint sets. Despite not having
very much in common, we actually got along great with
the Bonus family. In a filthy, rich we always got
to do fun things. It's one hundred and two degrees
out and the pool was crowded today. I guess we
weren't the only ones trying to beat the heat. As
we raced into the locker room, we stopped in our
tracks when we realized how crowded it was. There were
showers running and every changing stall was full. As I
glanced around, I saw some guys changing in open area,
most of them older men walking around with their business
on proud display. There were a few around our age,
but they were more modest, changing in corners and to
quick slip their trunks over their exposed peckers. As soon
as I took the scene in, I noticed a guy
coming out of a changing stall, and I quickly pulled
Matthew into it and locked the door. I guess we
can both just change in here. It's never been this
crowded before. The cubicle was small, with a bench and
a mirror across from the door. It was obviously made
for one, but we could hardly move around without bumping
into each other. I dropped her bag and towels and
trunks on the bench and pulled my shirt over the head.
As I dropped my discarded shirt on the bench, I
could see Matthew just as his shorts underwear hit the
ground as around his ankles. I knew we were changing
into our bathing suits, but I haven't given it much
fopped to the fact that we were about to see
each other naked for the first time since we were little.
Before I could think about it, I was scanning his
body with my eyes, up from the crumpled clothes to
around his feet, and up his divine legs to a
soft cut dick hanging maybe three inches. It's a lot
smaller than mine soft, but it was somehow pretty perfectly straight,
with a thin shaft and a long, pronounced pink head.
Elongated glands almost came to paint it at his pistslet
all framed by a small taint and a set of balls,
and a short patch of dark hair growing above it.
My eyes kept grazing upward, following the sparse trail of
hair up to his audy belly button and up to
the little pink nipples. He wasn't very muscular, but he
had a definition that comes with playing soccer and having
less than ten percent body feet. He was very skinny,
and I could see the faint outline of four abdominal
muscles glistening with a layer of sweat under the lines
of his ribs cut jutting out. My eyes finally closed
the gap to meet his gaze, and I felt my
cheeks gip pink as I realized I had just drank
my friend in with my eyes and he had watched
me do it. He hadn't seen me naked since we
were kids and bathed together. We finally grown up. Since
then an thought about him now, I felt a burst
of excitement. I usually associate with girls. I'd never really
thought about it before, but he was good looking, standing
six feet tall, and he was four inches shorter than me,
but probably two thirds of my weight. His short black
hair was prematurely messy looking, and he had just rolled
out of bed. His green eyes with a hint of brown,
were staring back at mine. I had never noticed how
cute the little mole of his upper lip was, and
how it went perfect with his soft buttoned nose. It
was confusing to say the least, pass me my trunks
behind you, he said, breaking me on my spell. Yeah.
I turned a fishish suit out of the bag on
the bench behind me, But as I spun, my left
hand accidentally grazed across his shaft and I felt his
soft pubes tickle my wrist. Sorry, dude, it's tighten here,
I apologized, as I handed him his trunks. All good,
he laughed it off as he stepped into his trunks.
As he pulled him up and tucked his business down
the front, I swear it looked a little bigger than
I had first watch, which gave me butterflies. The butterflies
of my stomach quickly turned into dingling in my balls
and a rush of blood to my dick. I had
to get changed quick before I popped a boner. I
slipped in my shorts and briefs off, excited to show
him in return, and with the added confidence of knowing
that I was bigger. As they hit the ground, I
watched Matthew for a reaction. His eyes went straight to
my dick and went wide, expression contorted with surprise for
frustration for seconds before he looked away. I'm not ridiculously
well endowed or anything. I'm proud of what I've got.
Soft it and naturally hangs at five inches, but it's
more than twice as thick as Matthew's. So it's also
slightly fluffed up to around six inches from excitement. So
half of my head is poking out of my foreskin.
I slipped out of my trunks and stowed on my
hanging meat down the right leg as I heard Matthew
speak up. Must be a shower and not a grower. Huh,
what you know? Some people are growers and some people
are showers. What do you mean? Blood rushed to his
cheeks and I could tell he wished he hadn't said anything. Well,
your dick is big when you're soft, and I assume
it doesn't get much bigger when you're hard. He stumbled
over his words, and his face got even redder. I'm
a grower, so mine is small soft, but it, excuse me,
grows a lot when he gets hard. Oh didn't know
there were words for that. Yeah, I guess mine only
grows a couple inches. Both red in the face, we
held eye contact for a few moments before he broke
the awkwardness let's get in the water. I'm sweating my
balls off right behind you, and with that we ran out,
jumped into the deep water. Any remnants of excitement in
my dick quenched by shrinking cold of the pool. But
even as the water cooled me down, my mind stayed hot.
I kept stealing glances at Matthew the rest of the afternoon,
wondering how big he actually got, went hard, imagining what
would look like, and feeling like that strange new thrill
every time our eyes would meet. The tension between us
felt different after that charged, secret and kind of addictive.
Signed your locker room curious. I'm wondering this sounds like
a confession, nor a story that would end up where
later when they have their next I mean, it's not
do you guys? I mean, I don't know what guys
call it sleepover, like when you go over and stay
with someone's house. I guess that just stay over somebody's house, right.
I'm wondering if this turns into one of those we
jacked each other off or we watched each other jack
off kind of thing that I'd always seem to hear about. Hmmm,
that sort of kind of feels like it's going to me.
I don't know nothing wrong with it, just feels like
a natural next step, you know, because it both kind
of curious here seems like for my author, did anything
ever get awkward or interesting with the two the two
of you that day or did you both just pretend
it did happen the next day? Have you thought about
what might have occurred if the changing room moment had
lasted a little longer? And for my listeners, have you
ever had an unexpected locker room moment that shifted how
you saw your friend? What's your take? And how are
you a shower or a shower or grower? Send your
own confessions to Nikki and ikk Y at dear Niky
dot com anonymously through our website at dear Niki dot
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Time for nanny Shenanigans. I don't know somebody else wants
me If I for a grower shower, I'm gonna have
to lean a grower just because it's like kind of magical.
It's like a magic hat keeps giving, especially if I
sound like a thork, especially if it's not circumcised, and
then you can use the extra skin to to apply
with it. It's like, oh, look, it's like a sleeve,
you know, just saying dear Nikki. I met him on
as CNZ connect. I never knew his name, but I
got one or two mass pics of him. This was
during COVID. I didn't mind the denominity of it. It
was exciting from what I could see. He was handsome
even without seeing his face. Over the course of about
a month, we chatted a lot and went over what
the encounter would be like. We went over limits and
safe words. I felt confident and excited. I was ready.
I revealed to him where I work, but I was
a cashier at one of the busiest gas stations in town,
with about sixteen gas pumps. He would be a needle
in the haystack to pick out. I spent every day
getting prettied up before work for him. It wasn't long
until he finally made a visit. I knew he knew
I liked Lego, so he bought me two sets that
I mentioned I'm interested in. He left him in my
car for me to find after work that night. I
was so excited and flustered. I'd never been given a
gift like that. At some point he started coming by regularly,
despite leaving thirty to five forty minutes away. I knew
because he would send pictures to me of my car,
and any time I went to see who it was,
he was already gone. He was patient and dedicated to
stalk me. He took his time and waited for the
right moment, not rushing into anything. The night finally came.
It was my day off, so I was just lounging
in my apartment. He texted me, telling me to go
for a drive with him. My heart fluttered immediately, the
hairs on my arm raised. I thought about it for
a moment, wondering how crazy I must be to get
in the stranger's car. I shrugged away the anxiety and
said bucket. I threw on my slippers and headed downstairs.
A truck was waiting. It was a big with tinted windows.
I almost thought i'd recognized it from the parking lot.
I got on the truck with no protest, and off
I went into the night with a complete stranger. Once
I got into the truck and sat down, I finally
got a good look at him. He was so handsome
and almost took my breath away. I couldn't believe I
was sitting in his truck. He had music playing, but
turned it down after I got in. He was looking
to me, his eyes hung with lust, and I was nervous,
fidgeting with my hands in my lap. I stuttered when
I said hello. He clearly enjoyed seeing me like this,
because he chuckled and said hello, little slut, and I
melted at the words. We made some small talk as
we drove to the short dive bar. I asked him
what we were doing there. I mean, I was only
wearing a hoodie and leggings. I wasn't dressed to be
going out. But as soon as I started to protest it,
he shot me a look that made my heart skip
a beat. He told me to go inside with him,
and I did. We went in and sat at a
booth in the corner. He ordered me like four shots.
With each shot, my shell slowly fell away and I
became less nervous. I was getting pretty tipsy, which is
where he wanted me to be, because after the fourth shot,
we were heading back truck to go somewhere else. I
got in and asked where we were going next, but
he said nothing and instead locked his doors. He turned
his gaze to me, my heart thumping out of my chest.
I might have been tipsy, but I knew what this
feeling was and wasn't it was about to happen. I
remember realizing how empty and dark the parking lot was.
His truck was parked in the corner of the lot,
but it was also night time and his windows were
extremely tinted. I was fucked. He put a hand on
my thigh and started squeezing. He squeezed it so hard
it made me whimper and pull away, which only made
him close his hand even harder. I cried out in
pain and shoved his hand off my thigh. He swiftly
reacted by slapping me really hard and grabbing my arm
and twisting it. My cheek was stinging and my eyes
were starting to water. He grabbed a hold of the
base of my head and pushed me into the corner,
with my face pressed into hard glass. I had goose
bumps all over my body. My eyes were filling with tears,
and yet my body couldn't deny how horny I was getting.
I was so wet, I might as well have sat
in a puddle. He didn't budge when I whimpered and
asked me to let go, nor when I cried begging
him not to hurt me. He leaned in and whispered
in my ear, that depends on you, little whore. Now
shut the fuck up before I break you. His breath
was hot and he was breathing heavy. He let go
of my arm and started kissing and binding my neck.
I felt him start groping my tits hard, really hard,
and tried to hold still and take it. But I
cried out again, and this time instinctively reached the door handle.
I knew I didn't want to leave. I was having
fun and had no real intention of actually trying to escape.
But when the door didn't open, even though I was
frantically hitting the unlocked button, my heart completely sank to
the pits of my stomach. I looked at him with
the ear, and a huge lump in my throat started deform.
He was leaning over me, breath heavy like an animal,
as I sat there, tugging at the door handle repeatedly
tiss disk. I knew you were stupid, but this brainless
What the fuck did I just say? He finished his
question with an incredibly hard blow on to my face.
He slapped me with what felt like full strength. My
ear was ringing and I started sobbing. He smacked me
again and then again. After the third blow, I was quiet.
He called me dumb horror, but my world was moving
in slow motion. The next thing I knew, he was
moving to the back seat of his truck. He and
buckled me and dragged me up to the back with
him while I was stunned in haze. He laid me
on the back and started unbuckling his jeans and pulled
out his big cock. I slowly started coming back to
reality and gulped hard when I saw his cock. My
face was stinging so bad my cheeks hot from several blows.
He started tearing off my leggings, leaving scratches on my
thighs lay in the process. He put one hand around
my neck in a very kept a very firm hold
on it as he started feeling my exposed pussy with
the other. I shut my legs hard as I could
and started kicking him off of me, which resulted in
him slapping me once more. My hand started spitting and
ey as I tiptoed around unconsciousness. Open your legs or
I won't let go, he whispered, squeezing my neck a
little harder. I was gasping for air and trying to
get him off, but eventually my legs went limp. He
let up. Good. Whar that wasn't so hard, was it?
He asked me, while getting my thighs and rubbing my client.
My cunt was drenched. I begged him not to do it,
that I wasn't ready and I didn't want to do
it in the bar parking lot. He raised his arm
enough to make me cower and shut my mouth. Him
pension twisted my nipple and made me cry and whimper
and pain. Good. I like seeing your struggle. He rubbed
the head of his clock between my soak pussy lips.
I remember the way he felt when my pussy stretched
and hugged his foot coock. I lit out a moan unintentionally,
and I swore I wouldn't be break character, but I
couldn't deny how good the abuse felt. Let alone his cock.
He fucked me with no mercy, groping and twisting my nipples,
And when it hurt too much, I protested he didn't
hesitate to choke me as hard as he could. I
remember telling him how good I was doing and what
I was being a good fucked meat. He flipped me
over and pulled my ass toward him, ass up, face down,
and slid his cock back into my pussy, ramming it
in balls deep. I cried out, but he just huffed
and told me to take it like I meant to.
He started getting rougher and lean me over and bit
my shoulder really hard. I cried out it again, so
he finally shoved my face down into the seat. The
sounds were muffled low, I could hear him grunting as
he fucked me hard. He spanked my ass and grabbed
my face with his fingers in my mouth. I felt
him stop pushing deeper with each thrust until he came
to even my pussy. My legs were shaking so bad
my body went limp and I just laid there. Did
I break my new toil ready? He said with a chuckle,
and sat me up and brushed my hair on my face.
You did so good, sweetheart. The way those words echoed
in my empty subspace brain made my heart throb with happiness.
He handed me my clothes and started drying off the
sweat off his face with his shirt. He helped me
get my clothes back on, and then got me back
in the front seat of his truck. I was just
absolutely out of it. I felt like I was on
cloud nine, or high, or drunk, or all the above.
I kept thinking to myself it finally happened. I was
so happy. It felt like a dream come true. I
looked at myself in the passenger mirror and noticed how
red my cheeks were from being slapped around that hard.
My mes scare had run down my cheeks all the
way down my neck, leaving black tracks. I started blushing.
I thought I looked so beautiful right now. We sat
in silence for a while. As I came down from
the intense high. He gently rubbed my thigh and told
me how perfect I was for him. The drive back
to my apartment was quiet, but the air between us
felt electric. When he dropped me off, he kissed my
forehead and reminded me that this was only the beginning.
I went inside, floating sore in the best way, already
replaying every slap, every choke, and every thrust in mind.
Signed your mask, little sa and seahor and by the way,
it's consent on consent there and kind of wondering. This
is definitely no for me. It's not even on my miles,
are not even on this planet on this one. But
we do have some people that like it, So there
you go for my listeners. Have you ever explored in
C and C or stalking fantasy in your life? It's
not something I want to know. It's a no for me.
We won a couple well doing was it during BDSM
week that wasn't nearly like this? And I was like,
maybe it was like the catch and release one, you know,
that was pretty hot. This not so much. And what's
the hottest part of this story for you? The build up,
the violence or the tender aftercare. You can send your
own confessions to Nikki and Ikky at darniky dot com
anonymously through our website at darniky dot com under the
confessions tab and join us when we're on Discord Channel
Monday through Saturday eight pm Central Standard Time for all
our shenanigans. You know, I do have to say if
you're going to dive into this realm, just be safe,
you know, I mean, be safe if you ever meet
a stranger and go have sex with But definitely if
you're looking for something like this, because you never know
who lurks and the shadows to use this type of
thing for something. Just saying, what can we learn from
tonight's stories? Creativity and horniness are dangerous but beautiful in combination.
These confessions remind us that when desire hits hard, the
most unexpected things around us can suddenly become tools of
pure pleasure. Our lego lover turned into innocent building blocks
into a thick, throbbing, homemade dildo that left her squirting
and shaking. Our midnight baker transferred a simple rolling pin.
We didn't get that one from the personal kitchen counter
and our starry night adventure. See we didn't get those
where were those? Darcy lesson is clear, Sometimes the best
pleasures come from using what's already around you. You don't
always need fancy toys or perfect timing. You just need
that spark of impulsive flust and courage to act on it.
Lean into your own raw, animalistic desire and let your
body lead where your mind starts. At the same time,
exploration should always be balanced with the smart choices. Use protection,
when improvising, listen to your body and make sure you're
in a space where you feel safe enough to let
go completely. So don't be afraid to get creative. Turn
everyday moments into filthy adventures. Stay curious, stay bold, and
most importantly, stay safe and had fun while you're doing it.
And here's your reddle. Okay, you can do me in
the bed, on the couch, or on the floor. The
bigger I am, the louder you scream when am I No,
But that's a good one. It's not the answer I have.
But a puzzle would work in this so plausible, I'll
give you a half one on that one. You'll read
it again. It's a spider or a scary movie. But
I you know I'll accept puzzle, so you can call
it a win. All right, it's time you're naughty tucking.
The room was dim, with the top glow a single
candle flickering on my night stand. I followed my own
advice from the recording of Comfy Pillow under my head window.
Cracks of the cool air brushed my skin. But this
wasn't for the listeners anymore. This was for me and
for the fantasy that had been burning in my belly
all day. Yesterday's plug was still teasing my mind. I'd
worn it for hours, that thick, smooth bulb, stretching my
ass while I smiled and chatted at the party like
a good girl. Every step made it press deeper. Every
time I sat. It reminded me how full I felt,
how slutty and secret I was. Tonight I wanted more.
I slipped out of the white frall at first, letting
my breasts spill frey. My nipples were already tight, aching
from the cool air. In anticipation. I cut them, rolling
sensitive peaks between my fingers, tugging until I gasped. A
low moan escaped me as I pinched harder, the sharp
little sparks shooting straight to my pussy. White panties were soaked.
I peeled them down my thighs, slowly, feeling the fabric
drag over my smooth skin. Oh wait, you were not
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Nikki for more details telinks in the show notes. Thank
you again for listening to this episode of Nikki after Dark.
If you have your own naughty confessions, send him in
to Nikki and Ikky at Dearniki dot com, anonymously through
our website at dear Nikki dot com under the confussions tab,
and join us over on our discord channel Monday through
Saturday eight pm Central Standard Time for naughty shenanigans with
other sexploratives just like yourself, and remember the hotter competitor.
This is Nikki signing off, good night and sexy dreams.